Waiting could be such a bitch! Where the hell is he anyway? A thick lock of dark hair flopped into her eyes, obscuring her vision. "Shit ... bloody hair is always in the way!" Marissa's long hair annoyed her at times. "One day I'll get it chopped off, I swear!"

"No, you won't." A familiar commanding voice spoke.

The voice startled her, even though she half expected Rick to sneak up on her; he always seemed to surprise her anyway. Wincing slightly as he wrapped her hair around his hand, he pulled her head back. Marissa's leant back to allow his forceful kiss to sting her lips. The surge of want hit her just a suddenly as his approach.

Marissa joined her local BDSM club, Frisk, about 2 years ago. More as a social member than anything, her curiosity about the lifestyle led her to want to learn more. Every relationship she'd ever had seemed to be unfulfilling. Marissa harbored a fascination about being a submissive. She met a submissive out clubbing one night and she convinced her to go along for a look.

Once she got to know everybody it was really cool and she loved it. Marissa became an observer, invited along to special nights, but not expected to take part until she found a person she felt comfortable being dominated by. For a year, that person never came along. Then one night Rick strode in. She noticed him right away. It took about six months, but finally Marissa knew she wanted to be Rick's submissive.

She remembered the way Rick strode up to her. His intensity excited her. She wanted him like no other man. After long discussions and passionate sessions, Rick introduced her to the life of a slave, his slave. Marissa fell head over heels in love and she wanted to please him. In fact, seeing his pleasure became her greatest satisfaction. Marissa intended to stay with Rick, if he would have her. She just hoped he loved her back as much as she loved him. He said he did, but a lifetime commitment could be another story.

Under mutual agreement, the three-month trial period was almost up. As a safety net, they both had the chance to have an 'out' if either wanted it, no questions asked. Marissa did not want out, if Rick did she wasn't sure what she would do.

"The hair stays ... right!" Not a question, never a question. Rick gave her another kiss, this one, on the verge of bruising her lips. Seeping wetness gathered at the cloth of her panties and, remembering he'd told her to wear none, a beading of sweat formed on her brow.

"Yes, Rick, the hair stays."

His lips gently brushed hers, the softness of his tongue ran over the outline of her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat as he nibbled so gently. Rick knew how to make her feel cherished. When she pleased him, he showered her with sweetness. When she displeased him, Rick's ways of punishment took Marissa to the edge of sexual extremes. Then he held her and lavished her with tenderness, Marissa could not imagine ever being with anyone else. And yes, just like today, she sometimes purposely displeased him. Admitting she was a dirty slut who loved to get nasty was half the fun.